Foxi looked down at herself and realized some cocoa had been splatted on her, washing off the white paint on parts of one arm and her tail, but that wasn't even what got to her the most. It was the fact that the waiter was just standing there, watching in humiliation, not saying a word. She let out a low growl, her ears flattened to her head, her hind claws unsheathed, and her eyes a glowing shade of red-ish pink. Foxi removed one glove to aim a blow at his face with her long, black fingernails, then glanced over at Naake. Noticing his rage, she stepped aside for him to attack if he wished, giving the waiter one last warning growl.